Pierce’s Traveling Embroidery Needle

In March 10, 2006, Pierce, our youngest grandson at the time, was eighteen months old. He was playing in his room with mom not far away. We still aren’t sure how it happened, but he swallowed an embroidery needle. He immediately started to cough, picked up the package and ran to mommy, showed her the empty package and pointed to his mouth. Heather, my daughter-in-law called me in a panic, of course, and through her tears, I realized what had happened. I met her at the hospital for the beginning of five excruciating days of worry for all involved.

Through the five days, we made daily trips to the hospital and there were a total of seven x-rays taken. We watched nervously as the needle slid down his esophagus, went completely through his intestines and entire digestive tract without nicking a thing. It was tumbling about, but settled in his stomach on the fifth x-ray. Throughout the whole process Pierce didn’t cry. He just wanted to be held by Mommy or Nani Popcorn (that’s me). He was in and out of hospital rooms. There were big machines wherever he went. When Daddy was there, he wanted Daddy.

Because they had us constantly checking his diaper, and neither of us ever found the needle, we asked if his stomach acids would dissolve it. They said no. In each of five x-rays, we saw the needle. We began to feel as if we were getting the run-around.

Finally, we grabbed the two most recent x-rays and took Pierce to a different hospital. Desperate for answers, we finally had him x-rayed naked. That way they could not tell us it was a diaper pin or a rivet on his blue jeans, which were “explanations” previously given. The last two x-rays showed no needle, and it was never found in his diaper either.

The doctors, nurses, x-ray techs and us watched the movement of that needle through my grand baby’s body. Everyone confirmed that his stomach acids could not dissolve it. There seems to be no other answer to me, than Divine intervention.

We took him home, crying and laughing at the same time. He was safe and healthy!

How is Pierce today? He is a rough-and-tumble eleven-year-old, full of spunk. He’s a Boy Scout. Does he remember what happened to him on his Dad’s twenty-ninth birthday? He never talks about it. I pray not, but we who love him do.

I believe that God has plans for our Pierce beyond our expectation or imagining. By His wounds we are healed. My faith is what brought me through this test. God supported me each step I took. I could not have walked it alone.

I have always lived my life with this Bible verse in mind. But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. (NIV Bible, 2 Cor 12:9)


Ephesians 5

Paul challenges us to be imitators of God. We, as children of God, should not participate in a long list of numerous sins, including but not limited to obscenity, greed and sexual immorality. He calls us to live a life of holiness and not to let anyone deceive us with their words or actions. If we do not follow His command, God’s wrath will come on the disobedient.

Expose the darkness to the light for everything exposed to the light becomes visible. The fruit of the light is truth and righteousness. Be careful and live wisely. Make the most of every opportunity presented to you because the days are short and filled with evil. Be on guard against evil; it can be seen or unseen. Be filled with the Spirit, speak to others, sing songs in your heart to our Lord Jesus, constantly giving thanks for all that you have been blessed with in your life.

Wives submit to your husbands as you submit to the Lord. Husbands love your wives just as Christ loves the church. Because of that great love, Christ died for His bride, the church. Husbands love your wives as you do your own body. No man ever hated his own body. Man should leave his mother and father and cleave to his wife for as they marry they become a new family in Christ.


So often, I find myself trying to “find myself” even though I know who I am. I am, first and foremost, my father’s little girl. He held my hand through so many struggles; the worst of which I can think of from childhood, at this moment, is struggling to ride a bike.

I tried and tried and tried, and he was running beside me all the way. Each time he let go of the bike, I would topple to the ground. I couldn’t keep it going, no matter how hard I tried. We both were so frustrated, although I didn’t know until recently how my Dad felt. When I was a young girl, the doctors didn’t know about the imbalance I suffered from. We all thought I was just clumsy.

He’s always been my soft spot to fall, my Dad. He’s forever special to me, just like My Father in heaven. In my humble opinion, we are all here to take care of each other until we return to our mansions in heaven.

I love you, Dad. Happy Father’s Day!


Grandchildren are a gift from God. They afford you the chance to be young again. Not that you would change anything you did as a child yourself, but you get to see the world through new eyes. You get to teach them things that their parents may not have. You get to have childish fun again. Some things you might teach them are how to fish; how to bait a hook; how to sew; how neat it is to watch the clouds and just see what comes from your imagination. They may show an interest in your flower garden. If so, they can learn how certain flowers grow, by bulb or cutting. Can you jump rope or play jacks? Old games, yes, but still thoroughly enjoyable. My grandmother taught us card games like Kings on the Corner and Spades. She also taught me the art of crochet. The list of possibilities is endless and it is a list of treasures for both of your hearts and memories. Build memories today.Image

Are We Paying Attention? Part 1

“No more spinach,” was a phrase heard many times, in the 1960’s; to which we were scolded, “Eat every last bite on your plate. There are children starving in China.” Everyone has problems, some worse than others. No one has a perfect life, no matter what anyone says.

Sometimes it is hard to remember, no matter how bad you think your life is, somewhere there is someone worse off than you are. You might not like the color or feel of your hair. It may be unruly as everything; others hair may be falling out, still others are bald. You might think you are fat while others are anorexic and cannot help themselves; they just get thinner and thinner sometimes until they die.

We live in America and have freedom of speech. In some countries, you can be jailed for decades or even killed for expressing a belief different than the government.

Some of us suffer from depression because we think we have it so bad. Let’s really think about that. Do you have all of you appendages; do they work well; can you walk unassisted; write unaided? Do your vocal cords function normally? How about your eyes – can you see – even if it is not 20/20? What about your ears – do they work as God intended them?